“Trouble is, Richard, if you and I are both known there, that rules it out as a meeting place. If we decide to meet, that is?” I nodded to myself....“Suppose it does but I’m sure we can work something out.” Gaynor laughed again and spluttered. “Sorry, Richard,” she finally said. “That was one hell of a choice of words, ‘work something out.’ We couldn’t manage it thirty-two years ago, could we?” She was right, of course, and I grinned. “No, we didn’t. But we are both wiser now.” “Now that’s. ..but not quite so close as to let me slip over the edge. That, maybe more than anything else, was the biggest reason I came to enjoy visiting Bob! I was unable to go over to his place whenever I wanted, but, in a way, the very infrequency of those visits made the ones I made all the more thrilling and rewarding.Yes, I did often feel a twinge of guilt after visiting Bob. I'd think of my wife, perhaps at home, likely working in our gardens (which is one of her passions), naturally unaware of. They would touch your heart and make you feel something you have never quite felt before. He was the one, you kept telling yourself that and you believed it implicitly. The words he spoke were sincere and you knew it, because he spoke from his heart and you had that connection with him always. How could you feel any other way because you felt so incredibly beautiful and so very alive when we messaged you or you talked on the phone. The excitement of knowing what you could do and did for. Why don’t you explain, Eva?” She drank from her wine and said, “pegging is when a woman fucks a man with a strap on.” “Oh, OK. And why would she do that? I mean, she doesn’t get any pleasure from it,” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Maybe not physical pleasure but mental. Actually, some harnesses do have a small vibrator that the woman can slide in while she fucks her husband or boyfriend with the larger. We have that on ours and let me tell you, it is out of this world.” I looked over at.